Gray mist rolls off the river bed
Tired eyes and a heavy head
I take the coins from a rusted hand
Smallest king in a concrete land
Glass booth keeps the cold away
Counting hours of a wasted day
You pull up slow in a beat-up ride
Looking for a place to hide
Hold the line in the shimmering haze
Lost inside of these metallic days
Pay the price just to cross the stream
Waking up from a heavy dream
Coffee black in a plastic cup
Wait for the morning sun to come up
You lean your head on the window pane
Watching the river swallow the rain
Hold the line in the shimmering haze
Lost inside of these metallic days
Pay the price just to cross the stream
Waking up from a heavy dream
Steel cables humming a low steady tune
Under the ghost of a pale white moon
Break the chain and just let it go
Where the deep river currents flow
Salty air on a leather seat
Rhythm of tires on the asphalt beat
No more tickets and no more tolls
Just the wind and the open roads
Toss the keys in the muddy shore
I don't want this little booth no more
One last look at the silver light
Driving fast through the velvet night
Hold the line in the shimmering haze
Lost inside of these metallic days
Pay the price just to cross the stream
Waking up from a heavy dream
Cross the line now.
Cross the line now.
Silver Toll Line.
